EXCERPT I run, as fast as I can. I'm not athletic. I don't play sports. I know he's going to catch me. That's what I want, right? For him to catch me? My legs feel like jelly. I feel his hand graze my arms once, twice, then I'm caught. I should have started running sooner, faster. It doesn't matter. He would have caught me regardless. "You shouldn't have let me catch you, Gracie." He pulls me back into his chest, lifting my feet off the ground, as the meaning behind his words begins to register. "Who says I let you?" I know challenging him isn't a good idea, but I haven't learned how to filter my thoughts around him. "I do. I know you can run faster than that. I think you wanted me to catch you." "Really?" I say, struggling to break from his hold. It's no use. He's much stronger than me and since he's holding me off the ground, I can't use my legs for leverage. "Yes, really. I think you knew what would happen when I caught you." "And what is that?" I begin to struggle again and this time he lets me break free, but I don't get far. Two steps, maybe, before he's got a hold of my wrist and is pulling me back to him. This time we are chest to chest. I crash into the front of him and can't hide the way my body reacts. I'm sure he can see it, feel it. My breathing is ragged and it's not from running. "Look at me, Gracie," he commands and I do as he says. Not because I want to but because my body wants to. "Why do you insist on calling me that? It's not my name, you know?" I love it, though. I would never tell him that, or anyone else. "Because. You're my angel fallen from grace. It suits you. You're beautiful and you know it. What I don't understand is why you want me?" "Who says I want you?" How the hell did he figure it out? No one knows. "Your body says a lot of things. It's telling me right now how much you want me. The question is – what exactly do you want from me because there are a few things that I can offer you." He wraps his arms around me a little tighter as I contemplate how I want to answer him. AUTHOR BIO Rachael Brownell is the author of both YA and NA Romance. She's from Kalamazoo, Michigan where she still lives with her husband and son. She has a Bachelor's degree in Advertising but currently works in the hospitality industry. When Rachael is not working on her next manuscript, you might find her on the golf course. (It's a family thing) If you see her, step back. She is still learning. AUTHOR LINKS Blog: http://authorrachaelbrownell.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRachaelBrownell Twitter: https://twitter.com/HoldingOn2013 Instagram: https://instagram.com/authorrachaelbrownell Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7362131 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00H5OWA8Y Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorRachaelBrownel GIVEAWAY There is a giveaway for a signed paperback of Next Rafflecopter Embed Code: <a class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba3ffd55543/" rel="nofollow" data-raflid="ba3ffd55543" data-theme="classic" data-template="" id="rcwidget_36chju58">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script> Direct Link:http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba3ffd55543

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The Lady The fair Lady Faye has always played the role allotted her. Yet the marriage her family wanted only brought her years of abuse and heartache. Now, finally free of her tyrannical husband, she is able to live her own life for the first time. But someone from the past has returned. Someone she has never been able to forget.

The Warrior After years of servitude as a warrior for King and Country, Gregory is now free to pursue his own path: to serve God by becoming a monk. The only thing stopping him is Faye. Gregory has loved Faye since the moment he saw her. But their love was not meant to be. How can he serve God when his heart longs for her? He can neither forsake God nor the woman he loves.

The Promise When Faye’s son is kidnapped, Gregory answers her family’s call for help, only to find that even in the most dangerous of circumstances, neither can fight their forbidden attraction. An attraction that now burns brighter than ever before. And it is only a matter of time until it consumes them both.

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The ache in Gregory’s knees brought him closer to God. Hunger gnawed at his belly and reminded him of his connection with the Lord. For three days, he had fasted and prayed, waited for God to show him the way to enter into service. God remained silent. He must pray harder and keep at it until he had his answer. God’s way was not always the way of man and His divine timing did not always answer the impetuous call of sinners. Something clattered through the bars of his cell. Gregory started, but kept his eyes closed. He could afford no distractions in his wait for God to deign to speak with him. Sweat broke out on his brow. He bowed his head. “Dear Father in Heaven...”Another skittering across the floor and Gregory opened his eyes. A pebble lay almost within reach at his knees, a pale trespasser against the dark stone floor of his bare cell. A thin pallet rested against one wall, stripped of linen except for a rough blanket. On the opposite wall a tiny barred window overlooked the fields were they worked each day. Above it, a stark wooden cross served as a reminder that all here was by Grace alone. Beneath the casement stood a plain wood table and a bench. The Abbey bell tolled Terce over the undulating chant of the monks reciting the second of the Little Hours of the Divine Office. Father Abbott had understood his need for private meditation, but he would be expected at Lauds.“Psst!”Not God at all, unless the Almighty had grown a set of large hands and gripped the bars of his cell so tightly His knuckles turned white. A dark head popped over the lip, followed by dark eyebrows and the sharply drawn planes of a face many a lass considered handsome.“Garrett?” Gregory’s knees creaked as he rose. Sharp pain lanced through his long-frozen muscles. Three days, most of which spent on your knees, would turn any man’s limbs into a grandfather’s. “Is that you?” “Aye?” Garrett blinked away a sweat droplet that snaked down his brow and into his eye. His face turned redder. “Only could you come down, I am not sure how much longer I can hang on.” “Did you climb the side?”Teeth clenched, Garret said, “Aye and I am about to go tumbling on my ass, so get down here.”Garrett’s head disappeared from view as he scrabbled down the side of the two-story dormitory. If Garrett was here, something was amiss at Anglesea. Sir Arthur might have sent him with news. My Lady Faye. His blood thrummed in his ears. Fresh sweat prickled over his skin as he wrenched open his door and trotted down the empty corridor. He took the stairs three at a time. Unease spurred him into a run. From the chapel the monk’s voices called and responded in prayer as he entered the kitchen yard. Singing voices reminded him he had left his former life behind, but he needed to check all was well. Garrett appeared out of the dark shadows around the dormitory. The smell of incense hung heavy in the air. “What is it?” Gregory closed the distance between them. Garrett’s expression was grim, his shoulders tense. “You must come.” “To Anglesea?” “Aye.” Garrett turned and motioned him to follow. Gregory took a step and froze. He couldn’t go with Garrett. Outside these walls was not his life anymore. His calling lay here at the Abbey. “I cannot.” Sharp strides driving divots into the soft, bare earth, Garrett strode back to him. “You must come. Sir Arthur sent me for you.” Sir Arthur would not have sent for him if it weren’t urgent. Sir Arthur had sponsored him as a postulant to the Abbey and he owed the man for that. But he owed God his obedience and he had put his former life aside. “My place is here now.” “Your place is where you are needed.” Movements sharp and jerky, Garrett gestured to outside the Abbey. He didn’t want to ask the question. It did not concern him. Yet, his stubborn gut demanded an answer. “What has happened?”Garrett clasped his arm. “It is Faye.” “What?” His muscles bunched in response. The words rasped from his throat. Dear Father, please do not let her be... What? Hurt, or worse, reconciled with Calder. He grabbed the other man’s tunic, twisting his hand in the fabric. Garrett shrugged him off. “I will explain as we ride.”He couldn’t go. He couldn’t not go. Again, the same tussle within him. Faye or the Abbey, his lady versus his God. It never ended. Garrett stepped closer until his face was inches away. “Beatrice is worrying herself sick. She carries our first child and if I have to tie your saintly ass on a horse, you are coming with me. Faye needs you.”Faye needed him. The confusion cleared. It was all Garrett need say. Clean, crisp purpose flooded his being. “Do you have a horse for me?”Garrett’s grim face softened into a smile. “Come on, before one of your monks catches sight of me and tosses me in there.”

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Who am I?

Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.

She currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.

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Sometimes you have to do things differently in order to be happy.

Hannah Bishop thinks her life is going along as planned….until she discovers that her boyfriend, Connor, is cheating on her.

She has no idea that breaking up with him will lead her to the happiness she deserves—even when Caleb Matthews, the city’s most eligible bachelor and a regular at the café where Hannah works, steps up to help her.

Hannah uncovers secrets about the man she’s running from and the man who has become her hero, realizing that not everything in life is black and white.

Combining love and action, Playing House explores the secrets people keep and the personal choices everyone must make to achieve happiness.

**Note: This story contains strong character appropriate language, violence and sexual situations.**

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“Well, lucky for you, I’m still a loser and didn’t find anything better to do last night. I made you guys a lasagna and mint mocha cookies.” I beam. I love outdoing myself for them.“Seriously?” Danny pumps his hand in the air. “I fucking love you!” “Dude! Watch your mouth!” Thankfully, the family has already left. Caleb doesn’t seem fazed by the outburst, but I can see he’s holding back a laugh.“All right guys, the lasagna is in the back cooler. Just throw it in the oven to reheat while the girls and I finish up.”I make my way over to Caleb’s table. “Anything else for you today, Mr. Matthews?” “Your cooks don’t cook for the staff?”I shrug. “Um, well, after a while we all get bored of the food here so we try to make something different.” “Yeah, I can see sticking to the ‘usual’ could get a bit boring.” He chuckles. I shrug. “Some people just know what they want.” “Right you are, Miss Hannah.” Caleb licks his lips lightly. “I’ll take the check.”I slip the pleather check book out of my apron and place it on the table, but he has his credit card on it before I can move my hand away and grazes my knuckles with his fingertips. I feel my cheeks burn. “Uh, I’ll be right back.” I walk back to the terminal, where Lizzy is counting out her tickets. She eyes me. “Hmmm, that’s an interesting grin you have, Han.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But I know my continuing blush is giving me away. She sticks her tongue out, and I roll my eyes overdramatically. Caleb stands as I place his check back on the table. He’s much taller than I expected, and his presence causes my heart to pound in my ears.“Until next time, Miss Hannah.”I gulp. “Until next time, Mr. Matthews.”After Caleb leaves, we lock the doors for the day. Cleaning off the table, I pick up the check book and see the corner of a napkin sticking out. I open the book to find a twenty-dollar tip and a napkin with a note:Maybe next time I’ll ask you for a cookie.

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Mira Day is a New Adult Romance writer, born in the Carolinas with a passion for food. She loves the outdoors, NFL football and exclamation points! You'll usually find her working, writing or catching up with Friends on Netflix. She has two other small works published and is working on her second book, due out in 2016.

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Bexley He is striking, and he's all man. He is also the devil, or so I believe him to be. I gave him my heart, not realizing I was doing so.He likes to break me down, so I'm a shell of the person I once was. He's chipping away at me, bit by bit. Though I’m not as weak as he thinks, and when I can’t handle it anymore, I will come back swinging.

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EXCERPT I’m an idiot, I know this. I just can’t help myself. When it comes to him, I do as he says, do as he pleases. Even if it’s against everything, I believe in. He has a hold on me, which no other person has ever held. I don’t believe he loves me, but I love him. So that has to count for something? Right? My love is big enough. I believe it can hold onto both of us and wrap us up in a vice grip. See, I did tell you, I’m an idiot.

BLURB Pretending. I’ve always been good at pretending. Being someone else is easy, and that ability has served me well these last seven months. This time, I’ve been hired to be the long lost sister of oil tycoon, and down to earth cowboy, Maxwell Cunningham. Recently, Maxwell’s father passed away and in his last Will and Testament he dropped a bomb no one saw coming. One of the richest men in the world, left forty-nine percent of his company to a sister my client never knew he had. A woman named Mia Saunders. Maxwell has a year to find this sister or he loses almost half of his empire to a greedy board of investors. Somehow, he found me and here I am. Sharing in family dinners, pretending to be someone I’m not and fooling bigwigs left and right. Only I’m finding myself falling in love with a family I can never have. One that will hurt to leave. Stetsons, soul-searching, and sisterly duty all come into a sharp tangle with twists and turns I never saw coming. *** In the eighth book of the Calendar Girl serial, Mia is sent to Dallas, Texas. Still on her mission to save her father, she is hired to be the long lost sister of Maxwell Cunningham, one of the newly richest men in America. Each installment in the Calendar Girl Serial will release every month throughout 2015. The stories will feature Mia’s journey as an escort to twelve clients in twelve different locations.Warning: This book is designed for audiences 18+ due to language and graphic sexual content.

AUTHOR BIO Audrey Carlan is an Amazon Best Selling Author who writes erotic contemporary romances, such as the wildly popular "Falling Series." She lives in the sunny California Valley two hours away from the city, the beach, the mountains and the precious…the vineyards. She has been married to the love of her life for over 10 years and has two young children that live up to their title of “Monster Madness” on daily basis. When she’s not writing, sipping wine with her “soul sisters”, or doing yoga, she can be found with her nose stuck in book or her Kindle. A hot, smutty, romantic book to be exact!

Book Review:After fighting literally for his life is Luke ready to win back Reese. But this could be the hardest fight he's ever had. Reese has been in a relationship with her neighbour Sean , but its stalled because she misses what she and Luke had together. But it hurts to think about what she learned about his disappearing . What is going to happened now that he's back in town. She's trying her best to avoid Luke ,and reassure Sean that she is him now ,and Luke doesn't matter to her no more. Both task are difficult to do. Luke doesn't understand how Reese could turn to Sean while he was gone. This story is about survival, sacrifices , trust, friendship, and love. Luke was a man who was a hero in Reese eyes and who always willing to sacrifice and protect Reese no matter what the cost. I found Reese a little judgemental ,avoidance and running. Well reading this story I felt their connection, chemistry, and the bond the had together for each other,. Everything that happens brings Luke and Reese chance to figure out they really wanted and what they needed. Would their be willing to fight for their own happiness .Or will it break them.

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When Kat was forced to leave the only home she had ever known due to her brother's secrets, she wasn't prepared for what was waiting for her in Tennessee or the choices it would force her to make. Kat instantly knew she didn't like Blake Reagan. He was cocky, stubborn, and infuriating. What Kat didn't understand was why she couldn't stop thinking about him or the way he made her feel. The last thing Blake expected was for Kat Archer to storm into his world and turn it upside down. He thought he had her pegged from the beginning, but she destroyed everything he thought he knew. Blake was willing to fight to push his way into Kat's heart, but she put up a wall at every turn as she clung to her past. If she stayed, she'd risk the only family she had left. If she left, she'd lose Blake and every piece of her heart that he'd managed to steal.

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The Sequel to the sexy, suspenseful novel The Broken Road.

“Not a day had gone by that I didn’t dream about Shane, that one day he would come home to us. I imagined that our days would be filled with long talks and moments of reconnection, and our nights would be full of hot, sweaty sex. But things weren’t going the way I had imagined. Baby steps, Megan. He just needs to adjust. I couldn’t change the past and we would have to take things in stride. We couldn’t be the same couple we once were, not overnight.”

When Shane Turner shows up at Megan Connors’s carport one rainy night, Megan thinks she’s dreaming. The man who has held her heart since high school, and the father of her unborn child, is supposed to be dead, killed in an explosion at a safe house. But somehow Shane has survived, and Megan believes that with him home safely and their baby on the way, they will finally get their happy ending.

But it soon becomes apparent that all is not what it seems. Shane is home, but he’s brought some demons back with him, demons that Megan can’t fight alone. Shane is a haunted man, plagued by paranoia and distrust. He believes that danger threatens their lives at every turn, and it is tearing their life together apart.

In this compelling sequel to The Broken Road, Shane must deal with the present and the future, with the cartel—and himself. Megan must protect her family and, when the time comes, must make the ultimate decision.

Will Shane and Megan have their happily ever after, or will it just be another broken promise?

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“Good morning,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. He wrapped his muscular arms around my belly from behind me, the evidence of his arousal pressed against the small of my back. My breath caught and my heart quickened as he nuzzled the sensitive spot under my ear. Just this one simple act had my core pulsing with liquid heat. His hands roamed north, barely grazing my belly, and tenderly kneaded my swollen breasts. Moaning, I tilted my head up toward his and caught his searing lips with mine.

Abandoning the pan in front of me, I turned and threw my arms around his neck. Passion fueled my body as our lips frantically mashed together. Our tongues clashed, dueling over the right to invade the other’s mouth. Shane’s hands cupped my behind, then gripped hard as he led me over to the table. He swept aside the napkins and papers that covered it and lifted me onto the smooth surface.

Red colored my vision as my primal need took over. Shane pulled off my bathrobe at the same moment I yanked down his sweatpants. My mouth watered at the size of his erection and I eagerly stroked his throbbing, rigid shaft. His head rolled back and he groaned at my touch. There was a time for cuddling and foreplay, but this wasn’t it. His hazel eyes smoldered, and he desperately ripped the thin material of my cotton underwear right out from under me. Craving his touch, his body, his heat against mine, I leaned back on my elbows and gave him the opening he wanted.

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Melissa grew up in Maryland by the Chesapeake Bay, where her favorite memories took place near the water. Now she lives near Washington, D.C. with her family, dog, and a lot of fish. In between the chaos of laundry, chasing after her three children and trying not to burn dinner, Melissa continues to find her escape by feeding her addiction of reading and writing about love, suspense, and sarcasm.